Some of them would check back, peek under the rugs, rummage through drawers. These were places they had gone through so many times before, and still they held hope that one of these days something would be different.
They would crane their crooked necks to the bleak skies, force open their pus-crusted eyes as wide as they could and think, "one of these days they might return."
I saw your army on Guerilla's Miniature Games. It was the best Imperial Guard army I've ever seen. You also have the best blog I've seen in ages.
You're the only person I've ever heard of that's painted close to as many IG soldiers as me. The difference is that every one of yours is a work of art.
Some of them would check back, peek under the rugs, rummage through drawers. These were places they had gone through so many times before, and still they held hope that one of these days something would be different.
ReplyDeleteThey would crane their crooked necks to the bleak skies, force open their pus-crusted eyes as wide as they could and think, "one of these days they might return."
I saw your army on Guerilla's Miniature Games. It was the best Imperial Guard army I've ever seen. You also have the best blog I've seen in ages.
ReplyDeleteYou're the only person I've ever heard of that's painted close to as many IG soldiers as me. The difference is that every one of yours is a work of art.
I really wish you'd continue.
Wow, thanks for the nice comment. Maybe it is time to start it up again.
ReplyDeleteHey, yeah you should. :)
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